Week 11 – #WritingWednesday Challenge

Today is the Eleventh Edition of #WritingWednesday!!!

Writing Wednesday 5

Remember, #WritingWednesday is an EASY, STRESS-FREE, weekly writing challenge.

• Read the writing prompt below,
• Spend 5 minutes writing (in your own voice or the voice of a character you’re writing) whatever comes to mind,
• DON’T EDIT what you write! IT DOES NOT HAVE TO BE PERFECT!

The goal is 5 minutes of creativity.

Today I am writing in the voice of Sophie, one of the characters in my upcoming novel The Beast Within (This is not a selection from the novel, but part of my character development journal.)

Today’s writing prompt:

What stupid question have you heard someone ask (or asked yourself)?

Will you marry me?
He was my college sweetheart…my high school sweetheart really. We had been together, off and on, for eight years. He hadn’t asked me, so I did it. I said those four little words and changed my life forever.

Will you marry me?
He said yes and two months later, we eloped. My mother was devastated. I’m not really sure his mom even cared, they didn’t have the best of relationships. That probably should have been my first clue.

Will you marry me?
It was like I had flipped a switch, turned the lights out, released the beast. That’s what he was, a beast…a brut…a monster. He didn’t hurt me, not physically. Mental abuse is different. You can’t see the effects, not on the surface, but they’re there. They might be deep down. You might be able to hide them from the rest of the world, but they are there. You feel them in your gut. You see them staring back at you every time you look in the mirror. You can’t erase them, not with a bath or even a hot shower. Putting on a new dress can’t make you feel pretty, not when the one person who is supposed to love you has drilled into your very soul that you are nothing.

Will you marry me?
I wish he had just said no. I wish he had chosen someone else. I wish he had loved me just a little… loved me enough to leave me.

Will you marry me?
It was the stupidest question I could have ever asked.

Will you marry me?
It almost killed me.

© 2019 Nina Soden

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Alright, now it’s your turn. I’d love to see what today’s writing prompt inspires in you. So, if you are willing, go to the comment section below and start typing. Take 5 minutes and let’s see what you come up with!

What stupid question have you heard someone ask (or asked yourself)?

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3 thoughts on “Week 11 – #WritingWednesday Challenge

  1. I’m writing from the perspective of my main character’s love interest, Gamma.

    Sabine was always asking me the stupidest of questions when she came to visit. Just earlier today after dinner, she had asked one of these stupid questions.
    “Hey, Gamma… If I don’t come back soon, are you still going to be here, waiting for me?” Sabine had asked. We were up on the highest balcony watching the purple sunset.
    I’m not going to lie, it absolutely broke my heart. I would wait until destruction of the universe if I had to. It was the most stupid questions that she asked me, but I guess that was just alright if it meant she came back to see me every once in a while. She had always asked if I’d still be here, like it was going to be the last time I’d ever see her.
    I think the stupid questions are better.
    “Of course I’ll still wait for you, Sabine.”

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    • This is in the perspective of Georg, a character from my short story I’m working on.

      “I’m coming along, right?”

      It wasn’t really a question, it was more of a demand. I knew my wife, and she played this game all the time. Asking something when she’s really telling it. And usually, she won’t take no for an answer. This time, however, she would have to.

      “It’s dangerous, love,” I sighed.

      “All the more reason I should go. You need a good healer, and you just so happen to be married to one.”

      I turned to her. “What about the baby?”

      Her hands went to her stomach. “The baby will be fine. Just like you, and just like me. We will all be better off if we stick together.”

      It went on like this for seemingly hours, back and forth, my wife always coming up with fantastic counterarguments (she was always good at debating), before I finally gave up.

      “Okay, yes, you can join me.”

      It wasn’t the question itself that was stupid, it was me saying yes. And that will always be my biggest regret.

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  2. Today I am writing in the perspective of Fiona, a character in my upcoming short short, Fleeting Shadows.

    “So, if I allow you to stay in our kingdom for the next couple of months, will the Flames and Shadows have an alliance?” I asked the man –boy, really– sitting across from me.

    “I will make sure of it,” he nodded.

    “Then it’s done, I’ll make arrangements for your room immediately.”

    With that one little conversation, I doomed so many people in my tribe to, once again, be in danger in their very homes. Without knowing it, I opened the door to so much turmoil and the thing that makes it worse is that Elyse tried to warn me. She told me that she had no doubt Philip was just like his elder brother. Something within her knew that he was not to be trusted. It was all confirmed when she uncovered his network of spies within the Flames that had been sending information about us to our supposed allies. Me allowing Philip to stay in my kingdom, in my castle, led to many deaths but it also led to a new level of trust between my daughter and I. Philip may no longer be a problem but the Flames will face many more threats before my time as Queen is over and I intend to face them with all my family at my side.

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